by JA Low
“Do you?” Because let’s be serious, my girl is just as bad as I am. I mean, look at her brother—the genes don’t fall far from the tree.
“Yes,” she confesses, which shocks me.
The ding of the elevator doors opening for the penthouse pulls us back into the present. We step into the luxurious room with its floor-to-ceiling walls of glass looking over the strip. There’s a pool, a bowling alley, you name it, this room has it all.
“I wish I had someone to share all this with.” She looks sadly at the luxuries in front of her.
“Oh, babe.” Wrapping her in my arms, I can feel her sadness. “You can call me anytime, you know that, don’t you?”
Elise’s arms wrap around me as she nods into my shoulder. “I love you, Ems.”
“I love you, too, Elise.”
We pull away, and her eyes glisten with unshed tears.
She shakes off the melancholy. “Come, let’s have some shots,” she states as we head over to the marble bar in her room.
Moments later, the rest of the crew have arrived as we take the first couple of shots. Anderson looks around the room frantically until he sees me by the bar. He seems relieved when I smile back at him.
“See, I told you, you’re different,” Elise whispers as she hands me another shot before joining her friends.
Knocking it back quickly, Anderson joins me. “You, okay?” Looking me over, his large palm runs through his blond hair nervously. “I…”
“Your sister was trying to matchmake, that’s all.”
Anderson raises his brow at my answer. “She hates all the girls I’ve associated with.” He appears really surprised by his sister’s reaction.
“Yeah, but this is me we’re talking about.” Pouring us another couple of shots at the bar, I continue with, “I’m pretty perfect.”
Anderson throws back the shot, grinning. “Your pussy is pretty damn perfect.”
“I know.” He grins as I throw back my shot.
Someone has turned some music on, and the place begins to vibrate with a party getting started.
“How long do we have to stay here?” The heat in his eyes is telling me he’s ready to leave right now.
“Long enough that your sister doesn’t notice we’re missing.”
He laughs and grabs the bottle of tequila. “Hey, sissy, let’s do some shots,” he calls out to her.
The night has turned crazy, the entire group has gone a little wild. Elise’s penthouse is insane. I’ve already beaten Anderson at numerous rounds of bowling—to be honest, he sucks at the game. He’s also a really sore loser, which makes beating him so much sweeter. The private pool that hovers over the strip is spectacular. I may have stripped off to my tiny G-string and jumped into the pool with Anderson not far behind me when I catch the attention of some of the males at the party.
“Jealous, much?”
Anderson swims up over to me, pushing me up against the glass wall. “Very much so,” he growls into my ear. The fact that he confessed to being jealous is a direct line to my pussy for sure. Wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, his large palms hit the glass above my head. His face is like thunder, turquoise eyes almost a darker sapphire color now are looking down at me with need. I feel him thicken as the water pushes him closer to me. “They can look, they can try and imagine what it might be like to fuck you, Emma, but they will never truly know how luscious your pussy tastes or the perfect mews you make when you come.”
Thankfully, I’m in water because his words are heating me up rather quickly.
“There’s a lot of women here tonight that are wondering if all this…” running my hands over his thick shoulders, then down his corded arms, “… measures up down here.” My hand disappears into his boxer briefs, then wraps around his thick length.
“Sounds like we are disappointing a lot of people tonight.” He arches a brow, giving me a cocky smirk. My legs pull him closer, my hand is wrapped around his dick as I slowly run the head over my lips beneath the watery surface.
Anderson bites down on his bottom lip as I tease him. “I’m not in the mood to be teased tonight, Emma.” His voice deepens, his eyes darken even more. “Don’t think I won’t fuck you right here, right now, in this pool.”
“With your sister just there?” I raise my brow at him.
“Don’t test me,” he says through gritted teeth.
I like making a man like Anderson lose all control. It’s a rare thing for someone like him to be pushed. I rub the head of his dick through my folds again, watching his jaw twitch.
His fists thump against the glass.
I’m getting closer.
Should I push him further?
Why not?
This time I press the head against my opening. I know a man like him won’t enter me with nothing but the water between us, but I will be interested to see if he…
Holy shit! Anderson thrusts into me, effectively silencing me.
My teeth bite down on my lip.
Holy shit! He did it.
My eyes open wide.
“I told you not to push me.”
He’s inside of me, and God, he feels good. Oh, so fucking good.
“You’ve made me break my fucking rules again, Emma.” He looks angry, furious, actually. “Riling me up, making me slide into you bare.”
A tiny whimper falls from my lips as he twitches inside me, making it known how far in me he is.
“You had to push me, didn’t you?”
“Don’t blame me, you’re the one who’s impaled inside me.”
Anderson tsk-tsks me as he shakes his head. “You wanted me to, didn’t you, sweetheart? You wanted to see if I would do it. Watching me lose control made you so wet.” He doesn’t move. At the moment, we look like we’re having a tense conversation in the pool.
“I think the pool is what made me wet.” I give him a smirk just to make my point.
“Cute.” Sarcasm drips from his lips as he thrusts harder into me, grazing the skin of my back against the tiles.
“What’s your plan now, big boy? Going to fuck me in the pool for the room to see?”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Anderson thrusts again into me.
For a moment, I look over his shoulder, and as hot as this little exhibition is, I don’t want to give my friend nightmares. Elise is distracted bowling—we probably have ten minutes.
“I’m on birth control.” We maybe should have covered that fact before his dick penetrated me.
“I’m clean. I test every month.” His turquoise-blue eyes look down at me. They have turned almost a sapphire-black.
“Same.”
It’s not the sexiest of conversations but needed just the same.
“You feel so fucking good.” He begins to move inside me.
“We need to be quick. Think you can manage that?”
“With your cunt strangling my dick raw, I think I can manage that.” He thrusts into me again and again. My hands slip and slide as I try and hold on to him. “Just hold on, sweetheart. I’ll do the rest.” And he does, fucking me into oblivion. He feels so good inside of me, I can feel each throb, every thrust. “I’m close,” he growls, but he doesn’t let up until he pulls out of me and comes in the pool.
Then we burst out laughing.
“Guess the pool is out of action now.”
“I’ll fucking pay for it to be drained and cleaned. It was worth it.”
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I declare, “Aw… you say the most romantic things.”
Anderson rolls his eyes at me, but a smile forms across his mouth. “You drive me crazy, woman.”
“And you like it, don’t you?” I am trying to stop myself from smiling, but I’m failing miserably.
“Yeah, I do. Tell anyone, and I’ll deny it,” he jokingly warns.
“Secret’s safe with me.”
15
Anderson
Did I swallow the Sahara or something? Cracking my bleary eyes o
pen, my hotel room is still a blur. Fuck! What on earth happened last night? Searching the foggy abyss that is my brain, the last thing I remember is fucking Emma in the pool. Then Elise brought out bottles of tequila, and everything went south.
“Is that you, God?” Emma groans beside me. “Because I feel like I’ve died.” She rolls over, looking somewhat disheveled but still gorgeous. “Seriously, can you kill me now,” she groans. “I’m never drinking again.” She closes her eyes, curling up into the fetal position beside me.
“You and my sister are crazy.”
Emma cracks an eye. “That was mild.” She immediately closes it again.
“Mild?” Emma nods her head at my question. “I never ever want to hear about what you guys did. I think it’s best I never know.” She smiles but doesn’t move nor open her eyes.
Slowly, I shift out of bed. It takes me a couple of moments to stand straight and stop the world from spinning. I accept the first couple of tentative steps toward the bathroom. Turning the shower faucet, I step underneath the cold water. My body goes into shock, my teeth begin to chatter, but I do feel a heap better.
An ear-piercing scream echoes through the apartment.
What the hell?
Turning the shower off, I rush straight out of the bathroom into my bedroom, dripping wet and naked. Looking at the shocked face of Emma, who’s shaking my phone in her hand.
“What’s happened?” Those jade-green eyes widen in surprise as she hands me my phone. Turning it over, I read the message that has flashed up on my screen.
Mom: We are so happy that you and Emma got married. Can’t wait to meet her.
What the fuck?
Married?
My stomach sinks and does a somersault as I stumble back a bit.
“Why the hell does your mother think we are married?” Emma questions me.
“I have no idea.” Opening my phone, there in color is a picture of Emma in a veil and me in my suit. Turning the phone around, I hand it back to her.
“What the…” She stares open-mouthed at the photograph. “I… I…”
An image of Emma dancing with a veil on top of her head and a bouquet in her hand rushes to my mind.
“Are we married?” Emma asks with concern lacing her words.
“I don’t know.” Looking down at my hands and turning them over, the lack of wedding bands is evident. “I…” Turning around, I head back into the bathroom to towel myself off.
“Andy,” Emma calls after me.
Both of us have sobered up fairly quickly with this strange turn of events.
“Andy?” She stands in the doorway in one of my shirts, looking gorgeous. “Are you okay?” Her question stops me, and I blink a few times.
Wrapping the towel around my waist, I take a couple of steps toward her. “What do you mean?”
“If this is true… that we got married…” She looks nervous all of a sudden. “I’m sorry that it was with me.”
Wait! What? Rushing to her, my palms land on each side of her face.
“Why would you say that?”
Emma pulls herself away from me, then takes a couple of steps back. “You’re you, and I’m me.” She wraps her arms around her body as some sort of protection.
“What does that mean?” I question her.
“Never mind.” Turning on her heel, she rushes to grab her stuff from her side of the bed, bundling it all up into her arms. “I’ll dry clean your shirt and send it back to you.”
“Wait, Ems. I don’t understand?” Halting her again, I ask, “Why are you leaving?”
“Because I have to.”
A frown settles on my face. I’ve never seen her so vulnerable before.
“But I don’t want you to.”
“You don’t?” Emma seems surprised by my comment.
“No.” Pulling her slowly into my arms, her items fall to the floor with a thud. “I’m not sure what’s going on, but we will work it out together.” She relaxes in my arms as I kiss her temple.
“I don’t think I’m going to drink ever again,” she mumbles into my chest.
“Me, either.” A chuckle falls from my lips. “Go have a shower, and I’ll get some fresh clothes sent up. Then we need to find my sister and check out what the hell happened last night.”
Back at the scene of the crime or the scene of our blackout, more like it, my sister is lazing on the couch with her sunglasses on, and she’s groaning.
“What the hell happened last night?” she asks.
“You tell us.”
“Tequila, lots of it,” Emma adds.
My sister lifts up her glasses, looks over at Emma, nods, and lays back down again. “I’m never drinking tequila again.”
“Join the club,” I tell her. “Can you explain to me why you messaged Mom a photo of Emma and me telling her we got married.”
The room falls silent.
Elise stiffens at my question.
“Um…” she hesitates. “Okay… well… um…”
“Elise,” my voice deepens. My blood is beginning to boil because I know exactly what she’s about to say, and I will fucking kill her. “Don’t tell me you didn’t?”
“Well…” she repeats.
“This is too far.”
“What’s going on?” Emma’s voice is laced with concern.
Elise sits up quickly, she takes off her sunglasses, and looks sheepishly at us. “Andy and I like to play pranks on each other. We have for years, and there have been some really good ones.” Elise looks over at me, now is not the time to reminisce, but she’s right. There have been loads of them. “And, well… I kind of thought…” she rubs her hands nervously together, “… that I would prank my brother with the biggest prank I have ever pulled off.”
“Tell me you didn’t?” Emma asks her friend, catching on to where she’s going with this.
“I had to be sneaky about it because you two…” pointing at the both of us, “… are so averse to commitment.”
“That’s our decision.” Emma stands, thumping her chest angrily.
“But you two look so good together. I thought I could kill two birds with one stone,” Elise tells us.
Tears begin to well in Emma’s eyes. “How could you?”
“Babe…” My sister’s face softens as she gets up and rushes to her friend. “I’m sorry, so sorry.” Wrapping her arms around Emma, who slowly embraces her back, she continues, “I know it’s not an excuse.” Tears are falling down my sister’s cheeks. “I was drunk. I thought it would be a brilliant idea at the time. I now know it’s not. I’m really sorry, Ems.”
“I know.” Emma shrugs.
“I’ve fucked up,” Elise tells her.
“You did.” Emma wipes my sister’s tears away. “I’ve got to go.”
I stand.
Emma looks over at me. “We are flying back to New York in a couple of hours. My friends are probably wondering where I am.”
Elise nods her head in understanding.
Emma kisses her on the cheek as she moves from my sister’s embrace.
I follow Emma out of the apartment.
“Guess we will need to talk when we get home.” Emma looks at me sadly.
“I’m sorry about my sister.”
Emma shakes her head. “It’s all good. We will be laughing about this one day.” She gives me a sad smile.
“Have a safe trip.” Leaning forward, I kiss her cheek, and she gives me a wave, then disappears from the hotel room.
“I can’t believe you fucking did that to us.”
“Andy, I’m sorry. I thought it was funny at the time,” Elise protests.
“Is it real? Are we really married?”
“Hold on.” Elise stands, walks out of the living room, then she comes back with a sheet of paper and hands it to me.
There it is—in black and white—our marriage license.
“I don’t get it… how is this possible?” I look at my sister.
“Well…” she lets out a hea
vy sigh, “I asked my friends, Cindy and Clay, to pretend they wanted to get married. I called down to the concierge who arranged everything. We hosted the wedding, and then I got you and Emma to sign as witnesses, but because you were both so drunk, you didn’t notice that the names on the license were yours. Then you signed it.” She shrugs her shoulders slightly.
I’m in shock.
Also, a little in awe that she somehow pulled this prank off so easily.
“I will deny this till the day I die, but… fucking brilliant prank. If it were anyone but me…” I give her a semi-glare, which makes her smile. “But, what I don’t get is why send it to Mom and Dad?”
“Oh, that.” She nervously plays with her hands. “I thought if they knew, then maybe you wouldn’t want things to end things so quickly with Emma,” she says as fast as she can.
“What?” Now I am confused.
“This was a huge prank. It officially makes me Prank Queen of the family.” I nod in agreement as Elise continues, “I also saw the way you two are together.” Her voice softens. “Don’t forget, I know the two of you really well.” She gives me a pointed look. “The fact that she’s the first woman you have as you call it ‘double-dipped’ with…” she uses air quotes, “… I knew there was something more there.”
I should be mad, but I can’t be. She’s my little sister.
“Come here, you lovesick fool.” She settles in beside me as I wrap my arms around her. “You know your matchmaking skills have gone too far this time.” I place a kiss on her hair.
“I know,” she groans. “I love Emma. She’s brilliant. But she’s also beautiful, strong, independent, and wild. Someone who can keep you on your toes.”
“She also has commitment issues just like me.”
“Yeah, but that’s ‘cause her childhood sucked.”
I still beside my sister at her words. “What do you mean?”
Elise curses under her breath. “Nothing. It’s not my place to say anything, but I mean it, Andy.”
“It’s bad?” My sister nods her head in agreement, not giving anything away. I’ll let it go for now, but I will want to know more if things continue with Emma.
“I hope I haven’t messed things up between you two,” she tells me.
